Brady still stood by the label, but he just shrugged at her words. He listened as she continued, brow raised that people had been listing what they'd done to end up in prison. Did it really fucking matter why they were in prison? It should just be assumed that everyone's dangerous. He was dangerous. Sure, he tried not to be, but he knew that he was. "Doctor, nurse, got ya," he said as he turned the heat off under the eggs and went to find a plate. He might have to find this doctor at some point, though, let him know what might be a good idea to expect, even if he hoped he wouldn't do anything to anyone who didn't deserve it. He scooped his eggs onto a plate and then poured hot sauce on them before grabbing a fork and shoveling a bite into his mouth. "So, waffles, huh? Not much of a sleeper?" It was pretty fucking early for her to be up and cooking, he thought.